Wednesday, August 16, 2006


Here's a poem for Poetry Thursday.

A couple of days ago I came across an old email while I was tidying up my mail boxes.

I am looking for something else when I find them:
ten words -
like your voice on the answerphone,
like your photo
at the bottom of the drawer.

Like standing in the cold sea
- and a warm wave
coming from nowhere.

Just for that moment
you're still here.


Anonymous crimeficreader said...

You have no idea how much resonance those words hold for me this evening. I think this poem will be the road sign in my map of life for remembering the good times of one particular relationship. If only the warmth of a wave and "that moment" could continue.
Thank you.

Wed Aug 16, 08:21:00 pm  
Blogger twitches said...

Interesting...a new subject for a poem. A way to look at email as something intimate, an encapsulation of loss.

Thu Aug 17, 12:05:00 am  
Blogger bee said...

a warm wave...that synthesized the whole poem together for me. such a simple, yet stunning image. and beautiful.

Thu Aug 17, 06:55:00 am  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

I love that image of the warm wave! This is rather lovely.

Fri Aug 18, 08:27:00 am  
Anonymous Clare said...

And thank YOU, CFR. I guess all we can do is try to remember the warm waves - something I'm not too good at myself, I have to say.

Twitches and Bee: thanks for taking a look. I've looked at your blogs now and love what I see. My bloglines are getting longer.

And thanks CB - a comment from you always means a lot. Especially about my attempts at poetry!

Sat Aug 19, 02:44:34 AM

Sat Aug 19, 11:11:00 am  

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